“Were you hurt? Is anything broken?” “Nay.” She signed wryly. “But the snow went up me skirts so far me arse is… — Lynsay Sands Copy Share Image
“Is everything all right, ladies?” Sabrina whirled to face both men as they dismounted. “Oh, my, yes. Everything is fine. Why ever… — Lynsay Sands Copy Share Image
“If Brinna is your daughter, they really were three French hens after all.” She opened her mouth to explain about the day… — Lynsay Sands Copy Share Image
“She hurt her hand.” Sabrina managed a frown. “Terrible, really. Awful accident. Sad. Horribly painful. She almost lost full use of her… — Lynsay Sands Copy Share Image
